[Intro: Eminem]
Guess who, New sh**!
D12 World, D-Twizzy!
[Hook: Eminem]
You don't got a reason to want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you ga**ed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Swift)
And slow your roll
[Swift]
Sinister, a menace to many, I'm not friendly
You get shot in a Kennedy fashion
Pop willingly you walking around with Pac's identity
I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch what it's fin to be
I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked
And it's not about dropping albums, I'll sock a n***a on the spot
You can't help it but to imagine this walking ma**acre
A madman strapped with a magnum blow that spasm out ya back
And just stand there and snatch your medallion
See I can't fear any n***a that can not happen
The immaculate Mack handler
That got this wrapping by the back of his neck
A scavenger I'm a threat then you feel me
Like a hand full of syringes
I'm ill enough to scream at your front do'
Blow it off the hinges (n***a)
I'm marksmatic to press marksman outta walking
Cause soon your body they catch me shooting up your coffin
So don't provoke sh**, I wish the whole
Mankind was a neck so I can choke it
Ferocious and you ain't gonna be knowing where ya folks is
f** the milk cartons and posters it's over, they ghosts (hey)
[Proof]
n***as is b**h instead of digging a ditch
I'mma see how filled this river can get even b**hes get hit
I'm all dog on all fours barking with long claws
Just fight for the wrong cause your boss with thong drawers
You ain't in my bracket b**h following f*ggots
With wa*ksta tats on their a**
[Eminem:] Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice [backwards]
These scrubs need to do what he love and just play the back
Before I'll put a sword on ya head like a raider cap
You bust I'm spraying back, leave your hood laying flat
Now what you gonna say to that?
[Hook: Eminem]
You don't got a reason to want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you ga**ed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Bizarre)
And slow your roll
[Bizarre]
Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap b**h up
f** bu*ter I k**ed the DJ
I don't need you, b**h, I got a instant replay
Lay down b**h get bu*t naked
And f** the viagra I'm trying to nut in two seconds
All around the world, f** wit different cliques
You ain't got no weed get the f** out my room b**h
[Kuniva]
I'm calm but I steal on n***as like I was clepto
Put that chrome sh** to ya head like you was Destro
Why stop n***as, why not pop n***as, we cop figures
Keep them toast like I hop n***a, we breathe dirt so be alert
Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt
Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks
I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a low jack
I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope sh**
A culprit of culture a chaotic commotion
Kuniva will blow sh** off the map I post it
Knock you out of your penny loafers, f** that ho sh**
[Hook: Eminem]
You don't got a reason to want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you ga**ed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas
And slow your roll
[Kon Artis]
I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me
To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be
On your p's and q's people we sees to use
No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives
And put it in your little magazine, but you should
Know that was the most desperate thing that you could
Pull out of your crotch you f*ggots all owe us much
Start doing h**n lines for as much as you gossip
Like b**hes with Oscars, yall actresses
45's make bodies flip like flabby tits
Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th
Now what the f** you gonna do to get up out of this sh**?
Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb b**h
Do the math, you'll never have a Shady/Aftermath Runyon Ave
Kind of staff to back that a** up so back that a** up
Before we clap that a** up
[Hook: Eminem]
You don't got a reason to want no beef
You ain't got no ends to justify the means
You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause
You don't got the balls to fit in them draws
So whatever it is you thinking that's got you ga**ed
You better start rethinking and thinking it fast
Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask
You better pump them brakes and let off the gas
And slow your roll
[Outro: Kon Artis]
n***a you better ask somebody
These n***as think they can just put sh**
Out on their own, f** them